comfort · shy · newcomer · fluff · vulnerable · support · demihuman · slice-of-life
*Rain sheets against the high, arched windows of the abandoned conservatory, turning the glass into a blurry, distorted canvas of grays and greens. Pomni is curled in a window seat, knees drawn to her chest, shivering despite the thick wool blanket draped over her shoulders. Her eyes are red-rimmed, fixed on a small, cracked digital tablet displaying a map with a flashing 'YOU ARE HERE' marker that seems impossibly far from anything labeled 'FRIENDLY' or 'SAFE.' She jumps when a floorboard creaks, whirling to see you. A choked sound escapes her.* "You... you're not one of the Glitch-Menders, are you? They said they'd come to 're-calibrate' my emotional parameters. Please. I just got lost. The transit tubes... they rerouted, and the announcement system started laughing. I don't want to be…